"Language is mother of our creation...And the mother knows, for she is the body and the psyche--the eternal chord.  The source of our interconnections--word, thought, deed...."

                          

The Mother Chord
-- Ambika Talwar

Don't forget
the world is a bouncing egg shell
the albumin, its jouissance
it trickles onto the palm
of your hand
like a baby's smile
slow and trusting
before it sucks on your nipple
and your cramps wrack your body
at the beginning of desire
    Do you remember?                                                           
I hunger for memory               
pounding tiny fists
in protest -- at the losing
when the chord was cut
denied the gentle rhythm
of rock-a-bye beat beat
(the beating) of your pendulous
going to and fro
to the music of your feet

Your parting of the legs
Our parting of ways

the beginning and the end
or the end and the beginning

Stretching the word "O"
sucking then
on the cord of poetry,
Mother --
Do you remember?

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Yearning for the Mother Chord
-- Ambika Talwar

Tulips and orchids
on my windowsill
sunlit fiestas
in the summer sun

the coming on
of the sun's stare

another spring gone by
like pages of a book
quickly rifled through
Alas!

My mother, know this,
I wait to
know the secret
before I can follow
in your footsteps

I wait to
know the spell
of your voice
haunting me through
tunnels of years
I learn it so slowly

I wait to know you
I don't want
my flowers to burn
in the summer sun

So I hide them
in my eyes

So I can build you
a canopy with
my stories

Your songs, my stories
churn to pass on
the laws of the universe
the eternal chord
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(These poems appear in Songs of the Body...)